We Meet Again
Chapter 3
Did I mention Louis was shirtless? No? Well, he was. I removed my arms from his neck and started to trace his six-pack with my finger. I guess it tickled, because Louis woke up with a small laugh. He smiled when he saw me, then pulled me closer to him, leaving me no choice but to rest my head on his chest.
"Don't you have a girlfriend?" I asked.
"Yea, but...I guess you coud say we're on a break."
"Can I talk to Zayn now?"
"If you want to wake him up at 8:30, put up with his bullshit that he always does in the morning, then help nurse him from his hangover, of course you can talk to him."
Louis had a good point. Zayn was cut, talented, and famous, but he was not a morning person.
"Where is my phone?"
"Well, doesn't someone have a lot of questions? What do I look like, ask.com?"
Louis William Tomlinson, where the hell is my phone? It's very expensive and I cannot afford another one. Besides, I cannot live without my phone. Where is it?" If you can't tell, I was a bit angry.
Louis rolled his eyes. "Girls and their cell phones." He muttered. "I'll go get it." Louis got up and went to the kitchen area of the suite, where my phone was in a drawer. "It wouldn't shut up," he explained as he tosses me my phone.
"You've obviously never heard of putting your phone on silence." I chuckled and sat upright as Louis got in the bed, his phone upright as Louis got in the bed, his phone in hand. I read all of Sarah's 17 apology texts and took a few pics of Louis for Instagram and Twitter when the door opened, making me jump.
In comes a curly haired, geen eyed boy I know as Harry Styles, also shirtless. I hoped I didn't die of hypothermia and go to heaven, because the possibility seemed very likely.
"Wow, Louis, you never keep your bitches past seven." Out of heaven.
"This is Celeste, Zayn's best friend from way back when, you know, the one that we never got to meet?"
"You're sleeping with her? Talk about crazy. Zayn's gonna be bitching for a lot more than just the morning."
Since I always had to be in bitch mode to deal with Zayn, I was a natural from 7:30 to 10:00. "Shut the fuck up, Harry. Yesterday, Zayn dropped by the coffee shop I work in, and he gave me his number. Then me and my best friend went to the JT concert, where I caught her making out with him. Of course I got jealous, we argued, and she dumped me on the side of the road. I called Zayn, Louis picked up, and picked me up. I'm in his room because if he put me in Zayn's room, where you guys were, he didn't know what you drunk assholes would do." That should have taken care of him.
It didn't. "First, I hate the f-word unless I'm having sex. Second, you called Zayn an asshole. I'm telling!" He ran out of the room, but I wasn't sure if he got to Zayn because I heard someone scream "Harry Styles!" Then I heard the elevator button...mulitple times. I guess he wasn't in the mood.
I was still on my phone when I heard Zayn at the door. "So I'm an asshole, huh?" I jumped out of the bed and gave him a bear hug, which nearly knocked him down. Louis and Zayn said hi to each other, then Zayn motioned for me to come out of the room, which I did.
"Why did you sleep with him?" Zayn hissed, eyes narrow. He'd alwayd been overprotective of me when it came to the guys I dated, but him and Harry thought I slept with Louis just because we were in the same bed, and I was sick of it.
"I didn't fucking sleep with him!" I told Zayn exactly what I told Harry, all swear words included.
Zayn held up his hands in surrender. "I'm sorry, but bitch mode isn't necessary."
"Dealing with you this early in the morning, or at anytime in the morning, yea, it is. Oh, and apology accepted. Now, get your ass in Louis' room before paparazzi or one of your crazy fans see you." I gave Zayn a hug and we walked into Louis' room.
"So you guys kissed and made up? Katy Perry really does have an influence on today's world." Louis said when we got back into his room.
"Please, like I would kiss him." I teased Zayn. He pretended that my comment hurt him, and he put his hand to his heart in mock shock. We got into Louis' bed, me sandwiched between the two guys I loved, and I-wait, did I just say I loved Louis?
"Don't you have a girlfriend?" I asked.
"Yea, but...I guess you coud say we're on a break."
"Can I talk to Zayn now?"
"If you want to wake him up at 8:30, put up with his bullshit that he always does in the morning, then help nurse him from his hangover, of course you can talk to him."
Louis had a good point. Zayn was cut, talented, and famous, but he was not a morning person.
"Where is my phone?"
"Well, doesn't someone have a lot of questions? What do I look like, ask.com?"
Louis William Tomlinson, where the hell is my phone? It's very expensive and I cannot afford another one. Besides, I cannot live without my phone. Where is it?" If you can't tell, I was a bit angry.
Louis rolled his eyes. "Girls and their cell phones." He muttered. "I'll go get it." Louis got up and went to the kitchen area of the suite, where my phone was in a drawer. "It wouldn't shut up," he explained as he tosses me my phone.
"You've obviously never heard of putting your phone on silence." I chuckled and sat upright as Louis got in the bed, his phone upright as Louis got in the bed, his phone in hand. I read all of Sarah's 17 apology texts and took a few pics of Louis for Instagram and Twitter when the door opened, making me jump.
In comes a curly haired, geen eyed boy I know as Harry Styles, also shirtless. I hoped I didn't die of hypothermia and go to heaven, because the possibility seemed very likely.
"Wow, Louis, you never keep your bitches past seven." Out of heaven.
"This is Celeste, Zayn's best friend from way back when, you know, the one that we never got to meet?"
"You're sleeping with her? Talk about crazy. Zayn's gonna be bitching for a lot more than just the morning."
Since I always had to be in bitch mode to deal with Zayn, I was a natural from 7:30 to 10:00. "Shut the fuck up, Harry. Yesterday, Zayn dropped by the coffee shop I work in, and he gave me his number. Then me and my best friend went to the JT concert, where I caught her making out with him. Of course I got jealous, we argued, and she dumped me on the side of the road. I called Zayn, Louis picked up, and picked me up. I'm in his room because if he put me in Zayn's room, where you guys were, he didn't know what you drunk assholes would do." That should have taken care of him.
It didn't. "First, I hate the f-word unless I'm having sex. Second, you called Zayn an asshole. I'm telling!" He ran out of the room, but I wasn't sure if he got to Zayn because I heard someone scream "Harry Styles!" Then I heard the elevator button...mulitple times. I guess he wasn't in the mood.
I was still on my phone when I heard Zayn at the door. "So I'm an asshole, huh?" I jumped out of the bed and gave him a bear hug, which nearly knocked him down. Louis and Zayn said hi to each other, then Zayn motioned for me to come out of the room, which I did.
"Why did you sleep with him?" Zayn hissed, eyes narrow. He'd alwayd been overprotective of me when it came to the guys I dated, but him and Harry thought I slept with Louis just because we were in the same bed, and I was sick of it.
"I didn't fucking sleep with him!" I told Zayn exactly what I told Harry, all swear words included.
Zayn held up his hands in surrender. "I'm sorry, but bitch mode isn't necessary."
"Dealing with you this early in the morning, or at anytime in the morning, yea, it is. Oh, and apology accepted. Now, get your ass in Louis' room before paparazzi or one of your crazy fans see you." I gave Zayn a hug and we walked into Louis' room.
"So you guys kissed and made up? Katy Perry really does have an influence on today's world." Louis said when we got back into his room.
"Please, like I would kiss him." I teased Zayn. He pretended that my comment hurt him, and he put his hand to his heart in mock shock. We got into Louis' bed, me sandwiched between the two guys I loved, and I-wait, did I just say I loved Louis?
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